Naomi Madden, a renowned fashion designer, attends an upscale award ceremony celebrating her latest collection. Amidst the glitz and glamour, her past comes crashing back when she locks eyes with Ace, her long-lost ex-boyfriend who vanished six year...
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Naomi has left now and I'm thinking about what bad things could happen to her.
If she'd get hurt, hell if she come back to me with a single scratch I'd go pshycho and kill someone.
Ever since I touched her again, my body aches so damn much for her touch.
When I saw her trip I stopped everything I was doing and went to her.
If she or Amara were in danger god forbid, I would stop every goddam thing happening in my life just to go and save them both.
When I touched her it felt real. I felt alive. I felt like I was back to myself. It felt as if I was home again. It felt just right.
My own heart was beating so fast. I just wanted to hold onto her forever.
But when I let go of her it felt like I was letting her go again. It felt like I was losing her.
It felt like I was back to square one: Her walking away from me and hating me.
And it hurt me like hell that she did it again.
But when my eyes betrayed me and dropped down to what she was wearing, I stopped breathing I felt as if my own eyes were being lit on fire by the way she looked.
She was a flame of beauty that burned my eyes.
What she was wearing showed off her body. Her curves. Every inch of beauty in her body.
She was gorgeous.
She was too damn beautiful.
A light soft knock came from the other side of my door. I let out a "Come in" and a small figure, with a black blanket warpped around their body walked in.
It didn't take long before I knew it was Amara.
Her brown slightly curly hair was everywhere. Her face a bit puffy and lips slightly pouted.
From the state she was in I couldnt help but smile at her.
She gave me a soft smile that made me want to go and pick her up, wrap my arms around her and show her how much I loved her.
I love her so much. Although I've only met her for the first time in a bit ago, I've always loved the kid.
Since her mother told me she was pregnant.
It felt like torture not being able to show my love for her.
It hurt not being able to do that to my own daughter, but she wasn't technically mine if you thought about it and as soon as I thought about it, my heart shattered into millions of pieces, the size of sand maybe.
"Hi Ace, do you you know where my mom is?" She asks, her voice cracking on a few words.
"She just went to work, but ill be with you for the time shes not here." I said, offering a small smile to her.
